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Personal story : Had platonic friendship with girl in high school. She demanded I attend her parties because if they got out of hand, I would step in before people got hurt. She told her Harley Sturgis Biker uncle about it. Uncle said potentially harassing statements at me which I just silently stared back in defiance. He walked over clenched a fist and swung but stopped 1/2 inch from my face. Girl wanted to know what that was about. Uncle said I showed no fear and didn't even blink when I was about to get hit. He apologized and said I was welcome in his house at any time and if I need a backup in life he would stand with me.
Years ago I was doing some contracted work for a few weeks away from home. The locals told us we had to try burgers from the Botulism Bus.
Turned out it was in fact a school bus turned into a rolling "restaurant" with interior seating (if you dared) that did burgers and fries. The proprietor was a gentleman who had the rough dimensions of Jabba the Hut, and the interior was of questionable cleanliness.
He was a coarse fella, but the burgers were amazeballs. And I'm still immune to most anything. I'm sure he died of a massive coronary event within weeks of our departure, but that was a darn fine burger.
The only person remotely close to being Rekt I know of, was when I visited Hong Kong when my grandmother was still around - so 2011. Street vendor selling a bunch of trinkets was just outright rude and nasty towards anyone who didn't buy anything - basically, almost everyone that walked by that even took a glance at his wares. I guess he felt offended that people would look but won't buy...
Somehow they remained there for decades even though everybody knew they were incredibly rude, unfriendly and racist. They wouldn't even let black people in the store. I have no idea how they managed to stay in business for like 40 years.
Funny thing is once I asked them to teach me some Korean and told them I was interested in Korean and Japanese culture they were all of a sudden super nice and friendly. And they loved the Japanese students who would go there and buy Natto. Go figure.
I don't know about "Italy or Rome", but there was a chain of them. Started in Australia IIRC. There were several in the UK, plus a hotel. They went bust a few months ago. Karen's Diner.
Cussing fellows sure, but never someone as obnoxious as Rekt.
"what? who are you?"
"the map is wrong. this part of your property belongs to me"
"oooookay.."
and that was the start of a strange uuh "friendship", he would suddenly show up once every damn week, spend an hour nonstop ♥♥♥♥ talking about every single person in the neighbourhood and then just get up and leave. this went on for some 3 years, until one dry summer my water well went dry due to lack of rain. farmer rekt and his family gets their water from my well, on my property, for nothing, cos of some old agreement or something.
the dry summer he came every day, telling me i cant use water now, only a little for toothbrush, no drinking water, absolutely no shower. and then one day there was no more water, he came and was pissed, blaming me ofcourse. i live here alone while he has his whole fing bloodline there, using my well water, and i got a bit annoyed at all this, and told him i had no obligation to keep his family and his daughers family with water and if there was not enough water for everyone then they should make their own well instead of harassing me about it.
"NO!, you have to make your own well" he said and left. and since then, he never came back.
thank god.
Currently in a dispute with neighbors over access roads made by drunk joe back in 1974, are too far over. Billy bob wants to take his rifles up into the hills to shoot little animals and my mom tells em to ♥♥♥♥ off. Pretty funny seeing my 74 year old mom with her old dog out there telling some rednecks armed with AR's to ♥♥♥♥ off and get off our property. They leave.
And yeah the water rights/ wells are causing a huge headache for everyone. Especially now that rich farmers are using it all for their ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ orchards. ♥♥♥♥ is sent off to China anyway and they get to use up all of our water. I see some sabotage and county-border level skirmishes coming soon....just like the old days. Glad I live in town
I think it would be entertaining if the traders reacted to events in the game more. Say, for example, you get really lucky and find a toilet pistol on day 1. Rekt hears about it, stuffs all his 9mm ammo under the counter and tells you he doesn't have any to sell. And laughs.